I think not all of you saw the sick german safety video
. I am lemming to chaoticerotic
My bike is quite nice. I did some cleaning and polishing today. I should get the fork seals fixed soon. I'm curious about doing more work myself, but I may just have this done. Any bike mechanics out there? :)a moment of silence
In other vehicle news, I am saying goodbye to my van, the first car I ever owned. A 1985 Plymouth Voyager SE
. Mine has no wood trim, a few dents, a crumpled fender, some integral nylon rope, and a bumper that hasn't been quite straight for some years now.
My little van went through hell and back. I put about a hundred thousand miles on it since high school, when dad bought it for $3000. I drove it from New Hampshire to California, doubling as a bed for the week. We drove to British Columbia for one night, and barrelled from Seattle to New York, filled with stuff, in 49 hours. It took me to work every day for years. It took an orange construction barrel at 60mph (when my friend thought the road was moving), and it took a black ice slope into a telephone pole. It hit 115mph (estimating, since the speedo numbers stop at 85, and the needle keeps going) once on a long downhill in the midwest and ran through the night without any oil until we stopped to check it (and promptly "oh shit" :). This car is magic.
It practically never needed repairs; I've only spent a few hundred dollars on it, for some random maintenance. I changed the drum shoes myself once. It has the best power steering ever. It has power locks and windows from '85 (aww yeah), and they mostly still work. ;) It even has remote cables which operate the rear (non-power) windows from the front. The entire thing is a bright creamy yellow color, inside and out, easy to spot. It never had any real acceleration; it's heavy and has a tiny 4-cylinder engine that gets 20mpg. It crawled up Troy's hills and plowed through its snow. It hauled our people and our stuff through college, collected junk on request. It went a couple years with no valid papers without getting stopped. solledrache
named her Bertha and drove her to Albany every day for a year.
I wish I still needed it, or could find a home. But I haven't really been using my van for a year, and can't leave her parked anywhere here. I abandoned a rear seat in New Hampshire, and put the other on the curb yesterday, gone today. There are quirks everywhere. The back is scattered with junk, there's a hole in the exhaust; only one wiper remains, the fender is still crumpled. You can't see it now, but chryssaliss
's pink bubble gum patch (from the ghetto garage, no assurances stated or implied) still holds air in one tire. I think the bleach smell has faded, from a questionable cleaning experiment of mine. She still runs like a tank. Title, registration, inspections? Bertha laughs at these things. I rescued her from a number of tow lots, but not this time, I think. I miss you already. Comfortable, simple and solid, easy to work on, easy to drive, dreamy reliable. At a hundred and ninety six thousand miles, this car is still magic. I love her.
Farewell, Bertha. Thank you. :)